“Okay,” she said quietly, almost too casually, as she drifted toward the couch. The cushions sank slightly under her weight as she sat down, crossing one leg over the other. She pulled out her phone, her attention already shifting, her thumbs moving quickly across the screen like whatever was on it mattered more than the room we were in.I watched her for a second, then turned away, heading into the bathroom. The air inside was slightly damp, the faint scent of soap still lingering. I turned on the tap and let the water run over my hands before stepping into the shower. The water hit my skin, warm and steady, but my mind wasn’t settled. Something about the way she had said “okay” felt unfinished, like a sentence that had been cut in half.By the time I stepped out, drying off quickly, I could hear my phone ringing, loud, persistent, almost impatient. It had been going for a while. I grabbed it, glancing at the screen for a split second before answering. “Hi,” I said, slightly out of b
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